Oh My Children
Oh my children..;
Whom I did not giving birth
How you will grow up and become
More mature than the honey
In the heart of the flower? !
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Oh my children
Whom are crossing the wave of my heart…
How can I be a sure that tomorrow…
Are no longer berserk like a wave
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Oh my children
Whom will cross the life before aware that,
The earth which swallows us
Is narrower than river and rock!
And smaller than root and seed!
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Oh my children
How to me, while, I am infected with blindness
And my light is Slim..
How I will prevent from your eyes the darkness? !
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